Christmas Trees
Alan
Jermy and Huey Fang
Smoochie and Alan
Until the cold got to her near the end Smoochie loved it. I suspect the field was alive with the smell of mice.
Row upon row
This was a contender, but not our final selection, a think, sparse, "modern" look that Monica liked.
Alan and a tree
Huey Fang
Huey Fang was the only one without a hat, so we gave her the umbrella to fight off the drizzle.
After much hemming and hawwing, Jeremy made his decision and dispatched a tree with incredible swiftness.
Jeremy, the proud logger.
This is our tree. I size up the situation.
Huey Fang, Smoochie, and Jeremy watch.
I'm sorry you had to see that. Say no to crack!
Success! Jeremy and I with the tree.
Jeremy, his tree, I, and my tree.
Monica and Huey Fang
Jeremy's tree passing through THE VORTEX.
Just as quickly as we can cut it down, the tree escapes through the Stargate.
Smoochie enjoys the warmth of home.
Monica, Smoochie, and Alan cozy under their tree.
Jeremy wanted a small tree for his apartment, and with the day so damp and gray, and everyone running late, he almost didn't get it. I put the hint in the air that it was really nice to cut your own, so off we went to the north edge of Ann Arbor where 100 acres living-room-sized pine trees spread in a neat lattice off into the fog. The ground was still a mud Slurpy from the sleet the day before, but the current day's weather, rain, wes letting up. So, we canvased the farm quite thoroughly (probably too thoroughly, they almost closed up without us) and came up with some small satisfying trees to give our apartments that hanging-from-a-rear-view-mirror fresh scent. Afterwards we had some good Japanese at Yotsuba (it means cloverleaf we learned) and picked up lights at Target.
